San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-05-13

The miner has left his rich ledge in the
gorge!
The fire has gone out at the old Smithy
forge
And the apron lies down
On the anvil's bright crown,
And the ais9 hel per n" more hears the hammers
For there's much sharper steel in the smiths
brawny arm.
Left to rust is the scythe in the half-sown
While the tailor, rugged out in new govern
ment cloth,
Never fails to make bruit
OF his ready made suit!
And the cap" takes the place of the farm
For he's turned from the furrow that turns
oft from him!
Comes the hunter from out the wild haunts
of the stag
cause he heer'd how that some one had
fired On the flag!
III they'd tell him the name
He'd go huntin' that game
With his old-fashioned rifle, but no hayer-
He'd be burned 4 he'd carry THAT thing
on his back!"
The mother stands waiting that youth
from the bank:
She clings to his neck as he walks to the
rank
And his cheeks are still wet
Where their hot tears have met
But useless the tears that make mOther-eyes
When ! V, youth by his cOuntry's fair Goddess
And yet they keep gathering and marching
Has the Nation turned soldier-and all in
day?
There's the father and son!
While the miller takes gun,
With the dust of the wheat still whitening
Pray, where are they going, with this martial
air?
In solid battaliOns thrice armed " fate
They go, this great question to arbitrate,
With their glttering steel
And the guns rumbling Wheel
Shall the old Stars and Stripes be forbidden
to fly
In the land of its birth, it has hallowed for
aye?
Up from the south, with the trappings of
war,
Came Chivalry dragging Juggernalt car!
In its progress of woe
Crushing both friend and foe!
While the blood of the victims despatched
bllO SulSC
OF slavery-MOlOch of sacrificed
Two millions of men, by opinions estranged !
By shedding the blood shall opinions be
changed?
Let brothers remain,
And opinions be slain!
Brave southerns, pray put that strange ban
ner aside,
And save the great Nation its first fratricide !!
You will not? Then strike the hoarse toe
And opinion abide with the conquerOrl
On the banks of Bull Run
The great conflict begun,
And out ran the life-wine, in crimson liba-
ton:
While on rushed the stream with its red
irrigation!
On the banks of the Rapidan, stretching
away,
In low, tangled forest. ambushes the
Gray"
Covered up, as with cloak,
By the thick, scraggy oakl
Down there in the evidences" fight they
with Lee,
As Pharaoh's host struggled in the Red Sea.
The cannon are useless-those chariots of
AS the war carts of Pharaoh's, wanting a
wheel.
No cavalry rush
Through the pine and the brush!
Yet Potomac's brave infantry wade through
OF crimson-dyed foliage-Red Sea of blood |!
At Cold Harbor when ordered to second at
tack,
With names writ on paper and pinned to
their back
Deaths authentic clue
Went those brave bows i'm "blueD
10 battle, determined to conquer or die
With their face to the dust and their back to
the sky!
Down the ranks Glory strides, thus labelling
her dead
With her own autograph, Just few hours
ahead
Tears rained from the skies,
Ruing such sacrifice;
Like the Christ walking Calvary bearing his
cross;
While Pity walked after, lamenting the loss
Sweet Goddess of Liberty, never know fear |
No power on earth cOnquers thy volunteer |
Fighting on while they bled
Der the enemy's dead
Was deed of such desperate courage sub
lime
Like the Charge of Six Hundred" twill
live to all time!
At the first of the slege-in an old Richmond
church.
JEFF Davis was knelt i'm religious research.
When shell struck the steepls,
And frightened the people,
lie stopped his deyOtiOns, beginning to swear
On learning the devil had answered his
prayer!
He rushed out bewildered, like one at fire,
And grabbed up his step-mother's kitchen
attire!
There was no other plan
For this versatile man
And the chief of that quOndam confederation
To mademoiselle made quick transforma-
ton.
jeff thought to escape through the long
Union line
| In hustle and hoops and loose crinoline;
But the wicked old fiirt
| Kept raising the skirt;
| Till the soldiers observed, as she ambled and
skirred,
| This doughty old woman was booted and
Spurredl
To Middletown, southwark, from Winches-
ter town,
A black horse, with Sheridan, comes DASH
ing DOWN.
On the back of that steed
Sits the one man they need!
| He's ''twentyP' he's "ffteeng p he's ''ten ~
miles awayl
Another five" miles, and he's right in the
fray.
Who ever dare claim that the sOuthrons ride
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